So it's been one of those days. I woke up from crazy dreams of getting lost on a campus in the most bizarre sort of ways and then it was Asheville I was lost in and then it was a campus in Asheville and the leather purses at the leather kiosk on campus were way too expensive.
Mr. Moon had to go into town for work and I stayed home all day which I probably would have anyway, and watched the rain and felt the gray-dreariness and waited for the gas guy and he never showed up and with each hour that passed I grew a little more disappointed until I've finally settled on some emotion directly between Oh, who gives a fuck? and I WANT MY NEW STOVE!
For some reason we've gotten the scheduling all confused and out of whack due to misunderstandings or something or maybe the gas people are just not listening or maybe they're not communicating properly or maybe we're not communicating properly who knows not me.
And so tonight's meal will be brought to you once again by the old black beast with holes in the bottom of it, warped oven racks that sometimes come crashing down and burners that often require the help of a match flame to come alive.
Oh well. This really is a first world problem if I ever heard one and a silly one, even for that category as it's not really a problem at all, just a minor disappointment. A grown lady wants to play with her new toy. Oh, boo-hoo. Light a candle.
I actually did some ironing today and chose to watch a movie while I smoothed the shirts with the hissing iron and the movie I watched was delicious.